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Cooler The Son (l) Vs King Cold The Father (w); Gem forum SPAR
Topic Started: Apr 17 2013, 04:39 PM (249 Views)
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The short spar didn't last long as he returned his body to the present plane of existence. His eyes no longer drawn into the power of the gem and his senses back to normal. He lowered the gem back onto the table besides his chair and shook his head.

"What an odd warrior.." he thought to himself as the wolf fighter's appearance was very alien to him.

However the gem's power was random in the times it would someone to its plane for a spar, its power began to activate in the gem once more and pulsate in a glowing aura catching the changelings attention just as he had began to rest.

"No rest for the wicked I guess..."
he sound aloud as he reached for the glowing artifact.

His hand grasping around it once more to accept the challenge, he rose the gym up in the air and peered back into its magical glow and felt the pull of its power suck him back into the plane that it created. His world becoming nothing but blackness as the gem consumed him once more, his body could feel the power working as he closed his eyes to accept its effects.

After several moments of silence and pulsating power he finally opened his eyes to the bright light of a sun and a large green plain.

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The Buuvan was an odd sort of creature; stronger than Cold would have expected but yet not strong enough to be a match for the most powerful fighter in the Planet Trade Organisation. In the end, the sheer weight of the power called against him had been too much for the creature, but Cold was impressed by his ability to take a beating and still get back up. There was no doubt in his mind that he would encounter the odd little creature again in the future.

For now, though, he needed to continue his training. The battle with the Saiyan had proven just how rusty he was after spending so much time in the dead zone and then the other world. The principle gemstone of the lidless eye sigil in his signet ring was an amethyst that allowed the King to battle in the astral realm without bothering with the consequences should he be defeated. It hadn’t exactly happened a lot, but after two losses in a row, the king was definitely aware of the possibility.

The world he arrived on was something of a frigid planet, though it was nowhere near as cold as his home planet. He found himself in the forest of a region of tundra, snow blanketing everything and not a leaf to be seen on any of the trees within his vision. Standing opposite him in stark contrast to everything else was his son, Cooler. It appeared that the eldest of his two sons had resurfaced once more. Cold had no idea why, but every so often his sons would disappear for a protracted amount of time and resurface weaker than they had been before. It was similar to his own stint in the dead zone, except that he doubted that his sons would have been able to escape the nightmarish place so readily.

“You have returned.” It wasn’t a question, more of an observation of fact that served as an icebreaker. And now that the ice was broken, Cold would begin the fight by testing how rusty his son truly was.

The opening salvo was one comprised of energy beams. There were six in all and each was thrown at a different angle to converge upon the same point with his son at the middle. Once he was done with his energy dan, Cold followed up with a ki-infused punch aimed at Cooler’s midsection before drawing his power pole and attempting an overhead smash that would impact against the middle of his son’s forehead if it was successful.

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He had waited for what felt like minutes but had only been a few seconds after he had entered the frozen plane that the gem had pulled his mind into till he heard the sound of a familiar voice from behind him.

Cooler turned to find a tower changeling that stood with arms crossed and cape waving in the wind. "You have returned" he spoke, the three words being short and simple but leaving a sting that struck the changeling deep. His father was not a sympathetic man and never had been for as long as he could remember. The disappointment of his appearance aggravated Cooler and reminded him of many failed attempts to please his father.

"Of course, I know you expected a body bag father but I am indeed still alive." he responded attempting to show his father he was not desiring to be the disappointment and shame that he had turned out to be.

His father had began to attack in response to the changelings remark with a series of energy beams that were shot in various angles toward the changeling's position. His eyes quickly counting the six beams and his body immediately darting back as a immediate response, he managed to avoid the impact of the first four beams but couldn't avoid the fifth. The fifth beam had struck the ground before his feet and kicked up enough debris to obstruct his vision and allowing the sixth to make a direct impact on his left shoulder.

He spun around quickly in an attempt to recover from the energy attack and gain his vision back but was to late as he could barley make out the shape of his father standing before him with his clouded vision. His father's well placed strike landed squarely below his rips and launched him into the air several feet. The changeling managed to control his body before it began its free fall. He quickly lifted his right hand and extended it out with his finger pointed toward his father and quickly firing two beams of energy.

His lack of attention to detail and his rusty composure in the battlefield showed quickly and clearly as his fathers overhead strike with his long power pole quickly found its mark. The pole had landed directly on the left trapezius muscle of the already injured side and sent the changeling slamming into the ground down below. The quickness and power of his father's final attack quickly put the changeling on the ground, struggling to rise back to his feet and refusing to give his father the pleasure of defeating him so easily.

"I refuse...I will not lose.." he whispered as he struggled to rise even to his knees as his body had began to quickly fail him.

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Cooler’s response was as it had always been. Though the boy was his eldest, his brother had generally been more in favour because he knew how to be a Lord. Cooler was his own man; a thing to be admired in many cultures but not here. More was the pity, because even for a changeling, Frieza was a sociopath and Cooler had much more of his father in him, if only he knew how to be a real man.

“If I wanted you in a body bag,” responded Cold a moment before his attacks, “you’d be in one.”

It was as he expected at the outset; wherever his eldest son had been, he had forgotten most of what he had learned as a youngling. Nevertheless, Cold could still see the fire in his eyes that made him a Frost Demon in every sense of the word. Eons ago, his people had evolved enough from their own reptilian ancestors to seek power and had done so through even more ancient majicks. A tribe of celestial beings called the ice jins had granted the lizardfolk demonic powers beyond what their bodies could handle and as a result, the species had almost torn itself apart.

Cold, and therefore Cooler, could trace his lineage back to the marriage of jin and lizardfolk when the Frost Demons first emerged. His family was the oldest and most powerful of all the clans and he would be damned if he let his name be polluted by a weakling. But with Frieza on sabbatical once again, Cooler was the last hope of his bloodline and so Cold would invest his strength in the boy once more.

In order to demonstrate the power of their heritage to his son, Cold powered up to his maximum and beyond, his body glowing with white light as he evolved to his second restrained form before the boy’s very eyes. This form had the glowing red eyes of the jins with the natural elbow spikes and pointed tail of the lizardfolk. His fighting power was up over one hundred and eighty thousand in this form and dwarfed that of his son by many times.

“You are craven and you forget your place. But you are my son! I will make you strong! I will make you powerful!”

As a punctuation point to his speech, Cold lashed out with the power-pole again in an attempt to smack his son across the face as he tried to rise on unsteady legs.

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The king stood before his son with all his might and power and showed him his place, he was not a lesser of a royal family but expected to show the universe what his family could do. Cooler's pride overcame as his father graced him with a showing of his true power, something that Cooler would never forget and would thrive to achieve.

“You are craven and you forget your place. But you are my son! I will make you strong! I will make you powerful!” his father said with confidence as his body began to glow, energy flowing around his body that created a vortex like aura that pulled anything lose on the ground towards him.

The creation of his race had been an evolutionary process, one that from the simplest and most animal like to what his father was displaying before him at this moment. The Changeling price could not help but be filled with jealousy and pride, he desired what his father had and respect him for what he had achieved. The road ahead of the prince was laid clear, it was his choice to prove his worth and continue to become stronger.

Dwelling in the thought of power he watched as his father slowly pulled out the power pole once more. Rising it above his head and preparation for a strike on Cooler to show his seriousness of the situation, one that Cooler chose to accept for it would only make him stronger.

"I will not disappoint" he said under his voice as everything around him became black as the last attack struck its mark and rendered him unconscious.

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